It’s what I do with shadows
avoid the sneak attack of grief
duck, dodge, and swing
but it always finds me
It’s the wicker that your flicker’s in
six feet deep
the saddest shape in all the land
the small rectangle it leaves
It’s the white one with a satin bow
where I keep your things
a lock of hair, Target receipt
prints of both your hands and feet
clothes they cut off hastily
amber necklace never bequeathed
lost in an ambulance
never again seen
It’s where I hold my ache inside
a rough dam for the stream
though it flows and grows
and touches upon
everything that’s me
The Progressive Parent 
It’s crazy but I think abt this sweet kiddo often, and I’ve never met you guys in real life. Pat’s bright smile touched people hundreds of miles away and years later. He was a special little guy and we still mourn him with you.
#pp4e
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As always, Julie, I am sending you love.
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Thinking of you. Sending love. Your sweet boy should be here today. xoxo
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God bless you. Amen.
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